Life's A Beach

~Chapter Eight~

"Really? You know It has a been a least over an hour and not one damn person has came and realized we were missing!"

I looked over at the boy in front of me. What a moron. Of course I knew that we have been stuck in here for over an hour, so why did he have to remind me? Remind me that I have spent an hour with him in a small and boiling hot space listening to him complain and rant about how we are stuck and how it was my fault even though it was his.

"Of course I know. I have been here the whole time! Look, don't worry like I told you before sooner or later someone will figure out that we're trapped up here. Logan, you just need to calm down, okay?"

"Calm down? How am I supposed to calm down when we have been stuck in an attic for over 60 minutes?" He yelled, before slouching back down in his spot.

"Look. We are going to end up strangling each other if we don't stop arguing." I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose.

The truth was, I was freaking out. No one will probably notice we are missing. They will probably figure I was at Riley's or something. I mean, maybe Amber will come looking for her precious boy friend, but I'm not sure if they are on great terms at the moment.

"Then what do you suppose we do?"

"I don't know." I blew out, trying to think of something to get our minds off of the situation at hand.

"Tell me about yourself." I blurted out, before I could stop myself. He seemed so hidden away, closed off even. I have always been curious about him, but I didn't know what he would think of that.

"Alright. What do you want to know?" His answer surprised me. No, shocked me. I thought he was going to snap at me and continue whining, but he actually is willing to reveal at least something about himself. 

"Tell me about your family?" I asked, leaning my head on the wall behind me. I could tell I picked the wrong question to ask when his stare turned cold, and he clenched his jaw. I couldn't tell if he was about to strangle me or start to sob. Maybe both?

"Not that question, pick a different one." He snapped, his gaze now on the wall above my head. Was he ashamed to look at me? Or so furious that I asked such a question that he didn't want to meet my eyes.

"Alright." I huffed, wiggling around to keep my butt from going numb. "How about something easy. Favorite animal?"

"I don't know. Maybe a giraffe?" His response sounded more like a question than an answer, but I knew if I pushed him any more he would go insane and rip me to shreds. That would hurt, but watching him go insane might actually be funny...

"Why a giraffe?"

"They are weird looking. Long necks, purple tongues, four legs. I don't know." He had a smile on his face, one that looked as if he was trying to keep a laugh from bursting through his plump lips. Eww that just reminds me how he kissed me. But why though?

"What is your favorite animal?" He asked, looking at me strangely. I must have zoned out. Awkward. I just can't help my mind from wandering to the beach, and how his cool lips were on mine, and then I slapped him. Which I guess he deserved, but now I have a reminder of it every time I look at his cheek.

"A monkey, because they are funny." I answered, making him raise an eyebrow at me. I watched as he slid his butt across the floor. scotching closer to me. Oh my god I am breathing heavy. And my heart is beating faster. Can he heart it?

I couldn't help but study his features as he grew closer. His grey-green eyes, his chiselled jaw, his messy brown quiff. And just his facial expressions. Like when he is being playful that evident smirk is always on his lips, or when he his confused he furrows his eyebrows. Oh god I think he notices me staring. I can't help it.